self psp 3rd draft

ayaha Evaluate a significant experience, achievement, risk you have taken, or ethical dilemma you have faced and its impact on you. ​

I used to live in a tiny world. I grew up in a house where book shelves filled the walls, even extending to book piles on the floor. Most of my relatives, were in someway working with books: as an editor, book translator, subtitle maker, poet, essayist (it’s an actual job), and novelist. Books were my world. At that time, it seemed to be such a simple job to create fascinating novels and fables. Naturally, my only future in this small world was to succeed in the family business. By my own hands, I pressured myself in this tiny pathway when I was just seven years old.Yet, the reality wasn’t so sweet. When I was twelve, I challenged to create stories by my own hands, for the first time. The writing went smoothly; I built some characters, made some dramas, decorated with fancy words, revised once, and done. Ten pages of writing neatly packed was sent out to a newspaper company. The results were confirmed in a month. I was a “Fine Work”. My story was proud, however, I was not fulfilled. I challenged the contest again the next year. “Fine work”. The next. “Fine work”. The “Grand Prix”, where I expected myself to be, was far away.I entered middle school, with a smoldering feelings of being a failure. In my computer, Microsoft Word was left untouched for months. Contrastingly, reality took value in me. I got myself in school life; my AP courses, volleyball team, outdoor experiences, snowboarding, trips and socializing and encountering with new people took over my entire life. It was like a flood of vivid colors poured in myself. All of my despairing somber feelings were now forgotten behind those newcomers. I started to see it; the world had much more than just books.After two years past high school, I noticed that I was cutting more writing than how I used to. My stories were so thick and dense that it didn’t fit in ten pages easily. That was the year I won the “Grand Prix”. My future, currently, is undecided. According to my seventy-two year old father, even seventy years were not sufficient to know this world enough. In my 17 years of lifetime, I finally started to see my ignorance. Thus, for my next 80 years, I will look up from papers in my hands, turn my eyes on this massive world to explore. ​

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reflection

I changed my whole thesis. Along this change, I fixed the body paragraphs, and some parts of my introduction and conclusion. Lastly, using the comments left in the last class review, I checked my grammar.​